Showing posts with label Jimmy Durante. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jimmy Durante. Show all posts

Monday, March 19, 2012

Speaking of schnozzolas,...

...here’s Jimmy Durante’s:


...and here’s W. C. Fields’s:


...and here’s the greatest schnozzola of all, longer than Cyrano de Bergerac’s, longer even than Pinocchio’s prevaricating proboscis, ladies and gentlemen, I present:


Seabiscuit’s!

[Editor’s note. Only humans and horses participated in this competition. No elephant submitted an entry form, although if one had been received, it would have been reviewed for completeness and considered along with the rest. --RWP]

Saturday, June 20, 2009

The long, hot summer approaches



If memory serves, I have blogged about the equinoxes but never about the solstice. Another solstice is right around the corner, too, on Sunday, June 21, at 05:45 UTC (Coordinated Universal Time), which is what GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) has been called since January 1, 1972. So says the Wikipedia article on Solstice.

Read the article to your heart’s content. Enjoy all the drawings and illustrations. You will probably encounter a lot of information you didn’t know.

But I would bet dollars (remember them?) to doughnuts that you will still be confused.

My memory turns out to be wrong; I have blogged about the solstice before, right here, last year (oh, look, I made a little rhyme). It’s all coming back to me now. When I blogged last year about the June solstice I subsequently learned that Pat of Arkansas had actually visited both Stonehenge and Machu Picchu, which I erroneously called Macchu Pichu.

I hope the Inca can find it in their hearts to forgive me.

I have it on good authority from old-time comedian Jimmy Durante that the Inka Dinka do.


Sweet!

Some may say I have already been out in the sun too long, but this post makes perfect sense to me.

And good night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.

<b>English Is Strange (example #17,643) and a new era begins</b>

Through, cough, though, rough, bough, and hiccough do not rhyme, but pony and bologna do. Do not tell me about hiccup and baloney. ...